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(From
the Collection -Dance Of The Evening Snow)
My first poetry book
,has published in 1979 in Kurdish
It is the poet’s coffin
brought again
to the place of the
trees,
that shadow the stream
Blurry shadow
Are you sure it is a
coffin?
Or a force of nature?
A cloud?
Crows are following it
Are you sure it is a
casket?
Or a cliff it could be,
covered with snow
Tonight who sent it?
What a beautiful night
The stars filling the sky
No fear in this winter
night
So who sent it?
Tomorrow,
from this mountain, we
will set off
We face a strong river
The water rises to our
waists
We are crossing the river
He will disappear into
the valley of eternity
We will not see his form
again
1978
Meditation
This star
Rises before darkness
appears on the horizon
For a blink stay on the
top
Disappears once darkness
is here
It is a loving star
And a guardian of the
journey
With dawn so close
aware of this star’s
setting in the evening
I will not lose hope
The star will rise again
the next evening
Why lose hope?
The star will never
disappear forever
It will rise again
tomorrow, at this time
spread its sparkling
between the rocks
and leave me enjoying
the happiness
1978 (Sktan- Kurdistan)
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